Joss Stone - Governmentalist lyrics

(Don't you dare) Interrupt the White House ball (We're living scared) It's in foreign fields the soldiers fall Ooh, ooh, ooh, la, la, la Snatch 'em in their prime Go ahead that's fine That's fine Just go drill for grease, yeah Like a diamond thief, yeah, yeah Their mamas will be alright Just give 'em time Go get your money right You won't lose no sleep tonight Nominate your kids I think they'd prove your theory right Would you watch them die? Like tryna get a hold of smoke and water Coming up with nothing every time How come we ain't getting any closer Tryna find the truth behind the lies? (Look up, look up) See a dead man walking (See his baby face) Hey, let's duplicate a few Ooh, ooh, ooh, la, la, la That don't mean much to you (If you need some help) Send some hippies in to help You think more than you do Hows about another line or two To pick you up , pick you up While your people drown, drown I hope your happy And you sleep so great at night While the lovers cry Like tryna get a hold of smoke and water Coming up with nothing every time How come we ain't getting any closer Tryna find the truth behind the lies? Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm How many lives will you sacrifice? Will you ever be satisfied? If in God you trust, can't you hear him still? I ain't no preacher but thou shalt not k** Yo, check it I'm praisin' the states and the streets I'm raised in Pain is the perfume scent I'm sprayed in It clash with the federal agents fragrance I smell a pig, that's a cop who's racist I'm an ordinary project dude I'm subject to genetically modified fool That's FDA approved, ma** produced So you can tell a lie from the truth Even though I'm fly in my tie and force suit Le jet like a Concorde, swoop through the air Then I land in my van, I'm cool And I still stand with the Uganda youths All the poor kids out in Moscow that live hostile I ride for you when I ride with the top down Listenin' to Joss' sounds, you see how that feel I see these come with government seals Open it, peek Nas getting' at his enemies And the paragraphs are for similies Governmentalists k**ed the Kennedy's I heard that Joss Stone got the remedies Governmental, confusion Governmentalist, it's delusion Governmental, confusion A bunch of governmentalist, it's delusion Tryna get a hold of smoke and water Coming up with nothing every time How come we ain't getting any closer Tryna find the truth behind the lies? And all that we're left with Is a hand full of nothing A hand full of nothing That's all that I got Hand full of nothing Governmental, confusion Just some governmentalist, delusion Governmental, confusion, yeah Governmentalist, it's delusion Yeah, yeah Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm